25 April 2017

by calvin





While my phone is locked one is still able to use the camera function, LUCKILY FOR CALVIN. (Who takes about 4,000 pictures at a time, without asking, against my wishes.)
A few days ago, I started unlocking my phone while sitting next to the sly little photographer, and got 3 out of 4 digits into his sight before I realized what I had done. I quickly whisked my phone away to press digit #4, and he luckily hasn't tried to guess it (he could). 
But on the other hand, what is the point, when he can still take 4,000 pictures with the screen locked anyhow?

23 April 2017

the great outdoors vs half day kindergarten



Always having to be home by 11:20 from outings makes our springtime hiking options slightly scarcer. But we do it, and I am excited for both a) summer and b) full day school so it no longer messes with our plans.  

This hike was the Bonneville Shoreline trail which we skipped onto at Green Canyon. One of its most magnificent attributes are the multitude of power lines running over it. It is really an astounding number of them. We have recently heard about a trail that goes from Hyde Park to Green Canyon so you can bet we'll be searching that out soon, but possibly not next week, as my weather app has snowflake pictures appearing Monday through Thursday (speaking of messing with my springtime outdoors plans).

20 April 2017

magnolia!

 Magnolia:
ONE tooth
ONE year
ONE phrase she says is "Hi, dad!" Or just Hi. Or just Dad. 
ONE huge piece of chocolate cake
 Norah picked out ONE water bottle for her and we gave her ONE leftover present from Nate's coworker Janet from when she burned her hand. She also got ONE (x10) dollars from Grammy, who never forgets a birthday card. She is ONE sweet Gram. ONE grandma and ONE aunt spoiled her as usual, and they all came over and ate ONE pizza that I may or may not have dropped in the gutter today.

We love that big baby girl as much as she loves cake.

19 April 2017

everyone thinks we're bipolar or crazy or something


 We spent the last month convincing people who had seen our house listed for sale by owner on KSL that we aren't actually moving. And then we changed our minds and got an official realtor sign up in a day. And then we had three showings that day, two on Monday, two today, plus an offer on the table. 

They were not kidding when they said the market is moving fast.
We're not 100% sure of where we'll go yet, but probably somewhere with a roof. 

18 April 2017

Easter Sunday


I never know how to express my actual feelings on the internet, hence the years of veiled allusions (I love Nate is easier to say now). But in case this survives and my journal doesn't, it must be said that Easter is really special to me because I actually do know that Christ is my Savior and he has been my savior lots of times when I thought things would never be light. I have felt the grace of the atonement and I hope I will grow more into the person I should be because of it. Happy Easter.

09 April 2017

over the mountains and through the desert

We looked up all of the places that are closer and easier to get to from my house than Las Cruces. Seattle, Portland, LA. Also Calgary, Canada and OMAHA NEBRASKA. Also, note that you can get anywhere in Western Europe from Paris in 900 miles.

BUT ANYWAY.

We got there!


We made both Gromma Dolly and Papa go for a walk with us. We also went to some fun parks and hung out at home with them. They've got a cool peublo house and a nice huge patio, which Jack is in favor of. Calvin liked Papa's Lincoln Logs, but he couldn't quite figure out a pitched roof by himself, and the kids watched the Aristocats twice (and then took it home).

We were with Jack and Andy for so much of the week, but I only took out my phone to take pictures of our walks, basically. 

We also celebrated Grandma's birthday a couple days early with some presents the kids picked out, a delicious dinner by Andy and a delicious chocolate cake by me. We love gromma.



Some notes on the drive, so I don't forget:
Sadly a lot of the week was spent driving instead of hanging out with the grandparents, but at least we got to see them at all! The kids watched Planes 2 on my phone four times on the drives there and back. They played a driving game and a LDS memory card game on the tablet on the last day, but it was dead all the other days. We drove for a total of 36 hours, split into two days each way. We stayed in Gallup on the way down and Moab on the way back. Don't ask about Moab because it was the beginning of a very difficult day with high pitched screams and stand-still traffic. Andy and I listened to podcasts about Mary Todd Lincoln and Joan of Arc. We ate an entire jumbo sized bag of Starburst on the way there, and I was so sick of fast food on Saturday on the way home that I ran over to Chipotle for a burrito while everyone else ate at McD's. 

30 March 2017

gratuitous beach pictures

 Calm
 Tumultuous
Red flag on the beach (no swimming)

29 March 2017

quick recap of the things


- The $50 taxi, the dancing, the church, the tile mural of natives draw and quartering a priest on the church, the pharmacies, the skeletor souvenirs, the bad lunch, the good popcicles, the puppet show.


- The boat, the drinks, the wind, the scenery, the big giant humpback whales breeching and flipping and tail wagging, chasing the whales and feeling bad about that, the so-so lunch, finding out the couple from Twin Falls is really from Cache Valley, buying sunscreen at the marina, the hot stuffy bus.

26 March 2017

we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow

 Cabo is a funny place--all desert except for the resorts which are tropical paradise. It makes for very consistent weather and no humidity, so I'm in. Actually, I was in because it was a work trip for Nate and I had a long list of nothing to do.
 I sat in the shade of a palm tree for a while, listening to a podcast about Princess Charlotte who would have been Queen Victoria, only Charlotte. Wouldn't you like to live in a Charlottian era home? It doesn't have the same ring to it, but it could have been.

Then a giant iguana came up on the wall by my feet and while he was very entertaining I didn't want to give him the idea that I was too friendly so I wandered down to the beach.
 I read this quote by Amy Krouse Rosenthal the week before we went: As kids, our stock answer to most every question (“What did you do at school today?” “What’s new?”) was, “Nothing.” In our country’s history there have been exactly seven kids who responded with a statement other than “nothing,” and three of those were named Hanson. Then, somewhere on the way to adulthood, we each took a 180-degree turn. We cashed in our “nothing” for “busy.”

Of course my personal stock answer is never "busy" and I don't take pride in busy, but I sure did take pride in "nothing" on this trip. We sat and watched the waves, then we played in the cold water, then I floated easily on the saltwater, then we'd go up to the pool and bob around, then we'd sit in the hot tub, then we'd eat a gigantic dinner. Repeat 3x, with giant breakfasts and lunches too. In fact, the third morning, I didn't even feel like eating breakfast. WHAT. Stop the presses. (Or start the presses?) Anyway there was a lot of eating very expensive food and sitting and bobbing around. 


Of course Nate did have to attend some meetings, learn some stuff and vote on some things (like where to have the next meeting), and I did a couple things too, like take lots of pictures of Nate's back. The "doing stuff" post will be next, because no one ever said I had to recap our trip in one post.

16 March 2017

sunny days

 Spring has arrived rather early this year, and yet not a moment too soon. It was the dooziest winter and no one is sad to see it go. Even though March can usually go back and forth between winter and spring a lot it is really more forth than back this year.
On Saturday Nate and I are fleeing the country for a few days and probably because of that, this week is trying to kill me with pinpricks. Long working hours, caring for a burned baby hand, three-year-old-training*, PINK EYE, for heavens sake, running headaches, and regular plus vacation prep housework are all just being as pesterly as possible. Well I'll show all them, when I get on a plane and wave goodbye.

*Three year old training is the thing where three year olds are sort of the worst because they are testing and retesting every boundary every day. This specific 3 year old is not a quitter. As we learned with her "sleep training" months (years), she doesn't give in easily and three-year-old training is proving to be similar, only related to eating, getting dressed, and extreme reactions to small irritants. But I swear WE WILL succeed.

12 March 2017

the babiest hands

Wednesday afternoon I was folding laundry, watching Poirot, and the gas fireplace was on. The girls were just messing around until all of a sudden, Maggie was touching the fireplace glass and not letting go. She screamed and was in pain, but she held on because I don't know why! It seemed like it took me about four hours to reach her from my seat six feet away, and by that time there were some pretty serious burns. 

I sort of panicked. I'm not good in dire situations. Luckily I panicked for only the length of time it took me to carry her upstairs and call Nate and the hospital. Then we got all our shoes on and made it to the ER within a half hour of the incident with little to no evidence of my panicking.

I wrapped a wet washcloth around her hand and as I held it there, I could feel the heat in her hand.
 We had to take her down to the U of U burn center the next day where were got our instructions on wrapping and maintenance. It's, like, a serious injury, but not, like TOO serious. She'll heal, she doesn't seem to be in a lot of pain (Loritab and Ibuprofin), and it's all ok, but it still looks disgusting.

 And now she acts pretty much normal, except she's not eating as much as she should and she has seriously revolted about taking her pain meds, which is a terrible idea, but she won't listen to Nate and me about it.
Nate and I are also fleeing the country next weekend for a few days, and I'm not happy about the timing of it, but I think it will be ok. And I'm never turning the fireplace on again. 

08 March 2017

another post titled "typical"

WHOOOOO is surprised that I want to sell our house, buy a 105-year-old, restore it, and move to it?
Anyone? Bueller?

Where does the blame lie?
1. Old Man Winter? (probably)
2. Nate's realtor friend who is absurdly optimistic about the selling price potential? (probably)
3. The roof? (probably)
4. The kitchen? (probably)

I have realized we are just the type of people who after a big messy party would move instead of clean it up. You know the ones.

06 March 2017

found items

Items found on our front porch Sunday morning:

2 dirty socks
1 broken wooden sword
6 neatly-wound up strands of outdoor Christmas lights
a smiley, chubby, time-travelling tot with tuberculosis, perhaps

Please inquire within for details.


05 March 2017

jazzy

We've been spoiled as to Jazz games. 

If we are further than 5 rows from the court, we scoff.

If our ticket prices are less than 3 digits, we scorn.

If the family in front of us isn't orange we pity them.
Ok, just kidding. The family in front of us WAS orange, but Nate couldn't understand why. I told him tanning, but I could tell he was still confused. Problemes du riche I say.

Nate gets tickets for free from schmoozers, usually insurance-related, and we really have been spoiled. This is his third game so far this year, and that's after having turned down a few tickets.

We used the old Crown Burger parking strategy, which doubles as a good burger dinner. 
At the game, the fella behind me spilled his beer which went all down my coat and pooled around my purse; it was my first time every coming home smelling like alcohol (and hopefully my last--it was awful). He really didn't mean to and when he was trying to clean it up I looked him in the eyes and he looked so sad and sort of scared, I just couldn't make it a big deal. Made me glad I never gave in and bought an expensive leather purse like I wanted to.